“Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
My True North Star I let go the backpack, even though it contained so many essential items for such a long walk, I only took the water, not the tent or clothing, not even the compass or map, nothing I would normally take, need, or rely on, these I left knowing that you are my true north star, my guide on this trail of life. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse De has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on some form of the word heart.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille- Heart
“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born ….” ee cummings
Astro-logical There is no dys in the topia of my heart where you're concerned, your ample fullness fills my darkly mind with tingled pulses of rhythmic, to the bone sensatiopns, that caffeinate my hours with a cornucopia of luminous astrologia that simply makes me dizzy. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“She was like the moon – part of her was always hidden away.” Dia Reeves
Before The Turning Spring's last reversion, a chemise for moon before the turning of summer's bold tune, an unbuttoned salute to epicurean dulges promenading along our damp, warm skin, in the misted mystery of this omened night, awaiting declarations of yes, yes, along our avenue of sheets. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse, Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to the Pleiades Form – seven lines of seven syllables, each line beginning with the first letter of the title which must be one word. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stars That Count
“The Pleiades are there winking at me.” Ted Simon
Sighing Seven being perfection, spiritual without doubt, sisters floating like lovers sighing eternal yearns stargazing dreams like voyeurs, star dusting talis dreams of spacious, luscious liminance. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The choice for mankind (sic) lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.” George Orwell
There’s an impatient patience,
a spirit of the age
rushing the vernal equinox
into yesterday’s tomorrow,
a backward looking future,
and elusive dream
of a perfect expectation
forever unbirthing
other than in the mind,
ever refusing the obvious,
to live in the present moment.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot ‘Little Gidding’ (Four Quartets)
In my dream
we launched the Major Tom
and thrust through painted skies
hung with unknown stars,
like Theramania and Volsatus,
with exotic faces
and rarefied air,
a luminous melange
beckoning us
with exciting possibilities,
and yet,
even as we landed,
I knew that I was me
and you were you,
and that’s how it should be,
that’s how it is.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“There is no caste in blood.” Edwin Arnold
Of moons
it is merely of colour,
but of attraction it is mystery,
where the symphony of pulse,
a scherzo,
strangely warms and excites,
energising, drawing, urging,
and only when we are spent
does blood finally slow,
and once again
we return to earth.
Copyright. Paul Vincent Cannon
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Note: In astronomy terms the zenith is a location point directly above you.
“Filled with rapture his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness.Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly … The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
We reached for the indescribable point,
having left our anchored ordinary,
entering time without time,
and losing the rails of thought,
yet we knew a knowing,
as our bodies spoke an urgency,
to meet above ourselves,
and fall into luxurious abandon,
washed in desire.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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My mother, and many others, often used that phrase, “It must be a full moon tonight” to explain various odd behaviours which seemed to occur around a full moon. There are lots of urban myths and tall tales, along with superstition, associated with a full moon. In Europe in the Middle Ages the belief persisted in the “lunar lunacy effect” or “Transylvania effect” where at a full moon humans could change/transmogrify into werewolves or vampires. Luna was the the Roman goddess of the moon, and Luna forms the prefix for the word lunatic.
Shakespeare wrote: “It is the very error of the moon. She comes more near the earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.” Othello
Just a little transmogrify,
I’m feeling pleasantly odd,
a little unhinged,
it’s electric,
I’m wild,
please, let me bite you,
a taste so sweet;
my veins are boiling,
let’s run through the streets,
sing anthems and rhymes,
climb a mountain
and howl a rabid canine tune.
Just this one night,
together,
under the lunacy moon.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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